روايات وقصص ضمن The Sword And The Dress

"They sent a pawn to my home. That was the invitation, the Gala is the venue. If I don’t show up, they win, If I show up and hide in a corner, they still win." He pulled a garment bag from the wardrobe. It was heavy, I could hear the fabric shifting inside. "So," Nico turned around with the bag. "I’m going to give them exactly what they want." He walked over to the bed and laid the bag down before slowly unzipping it. The firelight caught the contents, making the room seem to ignite for a moment. It was the dress. Sloane had joked about it. But this wasn’t just a dress, It was armor disguised as fashion.

The edges of the dress are decorated in small sparkling stones; on any other dress I would think they're fake, but from this designer I know the diamonds are real. “This is my dress.” Sapphire snarls as she scrunches the fabric in her hands and waves it in front of me. I sense someone moving up behind me, but I don’t take my eyes off the threat in front of me. “Do you really think a wolfless freak Omega can wear something like this? With your flat chest and no hips, this beautiful dress will look like shit on a freak like you.” Sapphire holds the dress up against her to show the skinny straps off and the long slit up the side of the dress; a woman will look practically naked in this thing wh

"I don't need to feel like a weapon. I need to feel like someone who can operate a clipboard." Sloane ignored me. She unzipped the garment bag and pulled out a dress that made my breath catch. It was deep green. Velvet. Long-sleeved with a neckline that dipped just low enough to be interesting without being desperate. The kind of dress that cost more than my entire wardrobe combined. "Sloane. I can't accept this." "You can and you will." She hung it on the bathroom door. "Consider it an investment in my own entertainment. I'm tired of watching you dress like a librarian."

Shia looked down on her dress and became aware of its crumpled, muddy, and messy state. “Never mind the dress,” Shia said. “If I go back inside, I think the baroness would cancel our plans and would never let me go out again.” “That might be true,” Khailis remarked. She put her sword back in its scabbard at the back of her dress. “I will lend you a robe. I think I have one in the carriage.”

Minos ordered Rei, "I got this." Rei dashed out of the room as Minos tried to take his own swing. The tall drow parried and dodged as well. They danced around each other in the big chamber, minding the exhibits that surrounded them. Swing. Parry. Dodge. Minos could tell from the tall drow's stance and moves that he is as good as him with the sword.

Liz really looked like an angel. Gigi wanted to gasp, she looked beautiful. Her hair was still orange, her smile was still the sweetest ever, her laugh was still Gigi's comfort sound and her legs were still long and Gigi just had to bite her lip to control herself from crying. Liz was wearing a blue floral dress and had two braids on her hair. Gigi felt the need to run and hug her but she controlled herself

"You'd think with two against one you'd at least get a decent hit in. Is this really who we've entrusted to keep our walls safe?" "Ha! If that's the way you want to go, then c'mon. Pick up a sword and we'll settle it. I bet with your months out of practice and that skirt of yours, the odds are about even." I looked down at my gray wool dress as Mason walked over to a pile of dulled swords and grabbed two. When he came back he jutted out his hand and presented one to me. Every instinct inside of me was telling me to reach for it... but I couldn't. It wasn't like when Adrian and I had shot arrows in secret. Then, I had felt a little hesitant at first but the excitement eventually won out. Now,

My eyes grew wide when he showed me the dress, and my hands instinctively reached for it—it was so pretty. A light, silver-colored silk material made the dress. It had an open back and a very revealing low-cut front. It was one of the most beautiful dresses I have ever laid my eyes on. I couldn't believe that anyone would just throw out such a rare jewel. "I had to," he stated teasingly. "A princess needs to have a prince with shining armor next to her. Besides, if I didn't polish my armor a bit, I would have looked like a poor peasant next to you, and we don't want that! Do we?"

I bring my sword up, clashing it with hers. “AGHHHHH!” she screams angrily as she raises her sword high up in the air and delivers a deadly blow on me. I swing my sword with great momentum. A sleek ringing echoes in the courtroom as our swords crash before mine slides off against hers. The impact is greater this time and both of us are thrown back, out of the emblem. I am up on my feet soon with my sword while I watch her get to her feet. Her helmet turns into sand and slides off her red hair while my chest cover turns into black sand and falls off before collecting at my feet.

"I swing both ways baby. now let the music hit." With one sharp tug, I tore the gown from the middle. The fabric split, falling away to reveal my true armor, a fitted black combat corset, leather pants clinging to my thighs, and boots sharpened at the heels. Strapped knives gleamed at my thighs. The crowd gasped. Then they roared. I leaned in, whispering against Dante’s lips. "Hey, daddy. Want some sexy play?" His smirk sharpened as he unsheathed his sword. "So the rope is a mommy toy… and the blade’s a daddy inheritance."